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Lyrics
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No gods above, no peace below
Just what we feel, just what we know
The pulse, the thrill, the hidden flame
We chase it all, we play the game
Some want touch, some want pain
Some want fire in the rain
Some want silence, some want screams
Every hunger builds our dreams
There is no truth, there is no sin
Just what we lose and what we win
We worship what can make us feel
And bleed for what we call “real”
One finds heaven in a kiss
Another in a clenched fist
Power, lust, the war within
It’s all the same beneath the skin
Let them preach, let them cry
They fear the joy that doesn’t lie
Let them kneel before the sky
I just want to feel and fly
There is no truth, there is no sin
Just what we lose and what we win
We worship what can make us feel
We die for what we call “real”
The idea#
A secular altar. No gods above, no peace below—only what we feel and know, the pulse and hidden flame. Touch or pain, fire in rain, silence or screams: “every hunger builds our dreams.” Truth and sin dissolve into win and loss; we worship what makes us feel and die for what we call real.
Uplifting, driving, euphoric trance can sound like rave theology, and the lyric leans into that without apology. Heaven in a kiss or a clenched fist—same skin underneath. Let them kneel before the sky; the speaker wants to feel and fly. Dangerous honesty: idolatry relocated to the nervous system.
